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A capricious wind followed us about, blowing one way and then the other. Sometimes it dropped altogether, and then you could hear it begin again, rushing towards us with its melancholy sigh. One night it blew into our tent and rearranged all the furniture in the bedroom. I awoke pinned to the bed by a canvas cupboard, and wrestled with it in silence for a moment before clearing my throat and addressing my husband in my most helpless, wifely tones: 'My love?
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A Honeymonn On Horseback
Being the sort of person who can throw a few things in a bag, take off at a moment's notice and hunker down anywhere, I had left planning our honeymoon pretty much up to my husband.
However, just to be helpful, just to make sure there wouldn't be tears or tantrums on the first day of our mar...See the full content of this document
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